Brushing Grace

The other day, after a storm rolled through cooling things off some, Gracie came out of hiding. It's been so hot here that the poor girl has been miserable. She knows every mud hole around here and likes their coolness. My Great Pyrenees has been perpetually muddy, making her look ridiculous. She still has a fair bit of her winter coat but wouldn't come out of her cool spots, so I've not been able to brush her. I felt bad for her and have been concerned for her with all that unnecessary fur on, so when she appeared one afternoon after VBS, I went right out.

I brushed.

And brushed.

And brushed some more until there were two mountains of fur.

I spent almost two hours working on her while she rested and dozed in the shade. I couldn't help but think about how many mountains of unnecessary fur are clinging to me, suffocating me and slowing me down in the heat of this world. All I need to do is haul myself out of my mud hole and go to Jesus. He'll brush me and work out all the fur that I don't need. Gently and lovingly.

Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. ~Matthew 11:28 NAS

For I satisfy the weary ones and refresh everyone who languishes. ~Jeremiah 31:25 NAS

Don't let the heat of summer drive you to a mud hole. Go straight to Jesus. He's where we'll find comfort and rest from this world and all that weighs us down.

Since Patty quit running from God's call on her life and surrendered her pen to Him, she's been happy. Life is never dull as she juggles being a wife, mom to a handful of kids and a couple of Capuchin monkeys, life on the road, and being a writer. As long as she's obeying God's leading, she figures that sanity is a novelty and not a necessity in the zoo she lives in. Patty clings to the promise that God will enable her to do what He asks of her, otherwise she would be living with the scaredy cats at the Funny Farm and not just occasionally visiting. You can find her on Instagram, too, where she daily sneaks in a few sane moments.